Darling Timmy, Listening to So Close by Jon McLaughlin at 3 AM, I could only smile with a heavy sigh as I try to express this feeling at the end of my fingertips. Please absolve me, my dearest, for all the things that I am about to say to you for my melancholic heart is …
“But how?” I asked my friend Carl as we take a sip of sangria inside a pub in Katipunan. It was the summer of 2016 and smirking at me he replied, “just start tonight when you get home.” So I went home kinda drunk thinking what am I going to name my blog. I didn’t …
It’s like the summer of 1963, little doveThat’s when I met you under the shiny up aboveAll of a sudden everything has ethereal feelPretty lovely like the old December Christmas deal